I miss the love I never had
in all those springs, all those summers
I miss the love I'll never have
through coming falls, bitter winters
I miss the man whose eyes are kind
who comforts me when there's no hope
I miss a phantom in my mind
which whirls like crazy, I can't stop
thinking about how I'll grow old
white hair, wrinkles, all alone
will God save me from emptiness
will I say I'm truly blessed
'cause I survive the darkest years
and look at me! I have no fear
life's for living, I'm already dead
might as well, now go to bed!
August 1999
thai ta
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